Kevin took a breath; a deep, shoulder raising breath and inhaled a lung full of the nice polluted air of New York City, the air that reeked of opportunity and something faintly rotten. Nothing could stop him now. Not even when he had his wallet stolen by a homeless man. Not even when he stepped in , too large to be of the dog species. Not even when he accidently spelt his iced coffee onto a suspicous looking man with a rhinestone incrusted panda brooch on the lapel of his black blazer.

"OMG! I'm sorry." Kevin exclaimed, trying to wipe off the stain but the man slapped his hand away.

"You." the man said, squinting at him. He had wide, upturned eyes like a cat's. "do you model?"

"um, You see, I just moved here from Canada and i was-" Kris started, scrambling to open his photobook.

"Wait, wait." the man said, "Do i look like i care?"

"no."

"Are you a ? that was a rhetorical question. Do you model or not?"

Kevin nodded. and the man smiled, but it wasn't friendly, It was a creepy grin filled with dark intention,  kinda like the Devil.